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to tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell


Sir John 
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by
stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doin' it for some doll

When you spot a John
Waitin' out in the rain
Chances are he's insane
As only a John
stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doin' it for some doll

When you spot a John
Waitin' out in the rain
Chances are he's insane
As only a John
stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doin' it for some doll

When you spot a John
Waitin' out in the rain
Chances are he's insane
As only a John
stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doin' it for some doll

When you spot a John
Waitin' out in the rain
Chances are he's insane
As only a John
stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doin' it for some doll

When you spot a John
Waitin' out in the rain
Chances are he's insane
As only a John
still be flat

Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained
Sometimes you've got to go against the grain
Well, I have been accused
Of makin' my own rules
There must
can bet that he's doin' it for some doll

When you spot a John
Waitin' out in the rain
Chances are he's insane
As only a John 
Can be for a Jane
Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell


Sir John 
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart
I'd extemporize
Written by James Young, John Curulewski
Lead vocals by James Young

yeah
now tell me girl
won't you tell me true
help me get this out of my
Hey you were standing by the screen door slamming
Rather clear what’s taking place
You were holding on to Louie, he was packing, he was heavy
That
John Pebble of Styx Enterprises 
"Get 'em out by Friday! 
You don't get paid till the last one's well on his way. 
Get 'em out by Friday! 
It's
me out by the lemon trees
Pull me down, and pump me dry

lie back down and think of rain
In the blossom of the willow
Mastering the morning pain
stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doin' it for some doll

When you spot a John
Waitin' out in the rain
Chances are he's insane
As only a John
Cleavers
Five John Wayne Gacies and one Beaver
All out to get cheese like dreamweaver
They cops ain't nothing but lost believers
Hiding out in the Bronx
you see a guy reach for stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doing it for some doll.
When you spot a John waiting out in the rain
Chances are he's
still be flat

Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained
Sometimes you've got to go against the grain
Well, I have been accused
Of makin' my own rules
There must
heard grandma shout
And "we'll take back the presents and then come bail you out"
By now we'd forgotten what we were fighting for
We were battered
Cleavers
Five John Wayne Gacies and one Beaver
All out to get cheese like dreamweaver
They cops ain't nothing but lost believers
Hiding out in the Bronx
intended to watch the football in the afternoon but we'd passed out by then and slept right through it, awaking to find that England had won two-nil. Then we
Y'all look at my blueprint
But since Y'all watches look like its movement
I'll show you how video games look on the new Sprint
Flip out digital
suspicious
"Aiyyo John, what's up with these bah-bies?"
He said, "I just can't know, I just met em"
And then I heard "Get em!"
I looked up, a forty-five at my
the most hoes 
The R&B singers or the niggaz with flows 
So what I did was take a poll, like Clinton versus Dole 
(So the fake rappers wouldn't be out
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money 
Straight flights 

I live by the cold war 
Drove from round the globe 
All I need is
One, two, one, two, three, quattro

John was living in Ocean Beach, 
California with his girlfriend, Julie, when he decided one day, 
"Hey, Jule,